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descendant-of-truth · 1 year

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Honestly? So much of Sonic Prime happens the way it does because Sonic is unabashedly, wholeheartedly neurodivergent, and I wanna talk about that in detail for several reasons

I think most people assume he has ADHD, and while I agree, I think they tend to leave it at "he's hyperactive and impulsive" when there's actually a lot more going on there.

For example, he lacks a filter. He says exactly what he's thinking, all the time, regardless of who's listening. I wouldn't be surprised if he does it as a type of vocal stim, considering that he talks to himself as much as he does to other people. Maybe he dislikes the way silence feels on his ears, too?

Something I noticed was that when Thorn gets on his case for this, asking if he ever stops talking, the way he says "eh, not really" sounds... almost resigned?

He could have easily said it in a more jokey way, but his tone (and the wide camera shot) gives me the impression that this isn't a trait of his that he feels especially positive about.

It's not cool or funny to him, at least not in this instance; it's just something he does, which further proves to me that it's more of an unconscious stim than anything else.

On the topic of the jungle world though, it also shows us a couple instances of him not being able to read others' intentions very well. Prim lies to him about knowing what the Prism shard is, and Thorn uses him to get to said shard - and despite how hostile they are, he takes both of them at their word.

He only realizes Thorn's intentions after she hits him across the clearing - not for the first time that day, mind you - and Sonic berates himself a little for not seeing this coming.

But it's not like this is the only time he has difficulty understanding intent; just look at his interactions with Shadow.

This is not the behavior of someone who understands why Shadow's picking a fight with him. He doesn't understand the implications of "you literally shook the world" because he doesn't know about the Weirder aspects of the explosion. In his mind, he just messed up a mountain.

Though I think his attitude implies another thing about his dynamic with Shadow that might explain why he was so quick to dismiss what he was talking about, which is. I don't think Sonic usually understands why they fight??

Shadow is a person of few words and Sonic has a hard time picking up on subtleties, that's a recipe for miscommunication already. And if Sonic's already predisposed to thinking that Shadow fights him Just Because, then of course he didn't take this particular instance seriously.

Though going back to "he only registered the physical effect of the explosion," Sonic is actually pretty consistent with understanding things that are tangible a lot better than anything else. Case in point: that One Palm Tree

His first reaction to seeing it presented as a gift is that it must be a trick. because he doesn't see the tangible point of the tree, and isn't enough of a symbolism guy to see the sentimental point of it, either.

Don't get me wrong, he is being insensitive here, but I don't think it's on purpose in any way. Look at his body language and expressions:

Even as he's getting on their case for being too sentimental, he's not unhappy or uncomfortable with them. He's just completely failing to recognize that this was supposed to be a big deal for them, so he's treating it way more casually than is appropriate.

Which is like. a classic social flub for neurodivergent folks

(Quick side note - this specific "huh" that he makes as Tails is flying away before Sonic realizes he's upset is a whole mood. I don't know how to explain it but this is Exactly what it feels like when you can sorta tell something's not clicking but you don't know what yet)

(Look at him. brain static)

I could go on with the detailed explanations but some of that would just be me repeating past posts I've made, so I'll leave it at "he is clearly not handling change well either" and link back to an example.

So anyway, this is what I meant when I said that so much of the show is impacted by Sonic being neurodivergent. It affects how we hear his thoughts as viewers, it affects his ability to understand and connect with his friends, it's why he dismisses Shadow, it's why he impulsively smashes the Paradox Prism, the list goes on.

And he's not stupid because of any of these traits, either. None of what I've described has to do with intelligence, but I've seen "Sonic is too dumb" as a reason to criticize the show, and that's just not what's happening here.

If anything, I'm actually really impressed with how well the writers have managed to portray a more nuanced take on what a character with ADHD would look like. Because he's not just being hyperactive and chatty, you can tell it affects how he perceives things too.

Which is a much bigger part of the overall experience, and it's really cool to see in a cartoon like this - and in the lovable main character, to boot! Who cherishes his friends despite his struggles to understand them! Why is it so good!

In conclusion Sonic is the ADHD king we both needed and deserved, thanks for coming to my TED talk

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic prime #sonic prime spoilers #analysis #meta #He might also have autism because there's a lot of overlap there #I mostly just went with ADHD because it seems to be the consensus #and it takes too long to specify that it could be either or both in the main post

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nekohime19 · 1 month

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Mini Mac #2 : How to lure the feral lil guy living in your walls a guide by Sun Wukong

Damn, I need to study for my exams but mini Mac is in my head, 😔

Sun Wukong has always been quite the odd ball. He was the type of person to follow his own rules, and sometimes expected people to understand those rules without truly revealing them in the first place. Azure Lion has often been troubled by the lil monkey nature. He was a merry lad one day, laughing at anything coming his way without truly minding them, and he was short-tempered another, fighting anyone daring enough to call him small (everyone in the brotherhood learned at their own risks what would happen if they ever mentioned their merry monkey size). It wasn't weird for the golden monkey to be doing something incomprehensible for the others, he spent the last week fighting with every inch of his life against a common pest for heaven sake, but he seemed particularly weird tonight.

Now, Sun Wukong was a lot of things but he was never quiet. No matter in which mood the brotherhood finds their littlest brother, he would always be loud about it. If he was in a foul mood he would complain about it until everyone's ears started bleeding (last week had been particularly hellish). If he was feeling joyous, he would shout praise and raise his glass of wine (the ones sitting around him knew to scout away everytime he was rowdy, drops of wine always flew beside him). He was an expressive lad, unable to keep his feelings for himself, perhaps because his emotions were too big for him alone.

As such it was quite surprising to see him so meek tonight. He was quietly staring at the night sky, absently swaying his glass of wine, head in his left hand, sighing now and then. Azure Lion shared a glance with Yellow Tusk, the elephant looked lost as well despite usually being the one able to discern their rowdy monkey’s feelings. Bull King seemed quite shocked himself, and perhaps a bit disappointed, Azure knew their biggest brother, contrary to many others, enjoyed when Sun Wukong was in a fighting spirit. Peng looked ready to spill what was in everyone's mind, as they usually did when no one dared to confront the Monkey King. Azure decided to intervene before they could, this seemed to be a delicate matter, not something someone as direct (for lack of a better word) as Peng could handle.

“Brother, is everything alright? Did you defeat the pest hiding in your home?” Asked Azure, hoping the mention of the pest would ignite the sage fighting spirit. However, contrary to what he thought, Sun Wukong slumped in defeat, letting his head fall against the table. The brotherhood shared a common worried glance when they heard Sun Wukong whine. It wasn't unusual for the sage to whine, but he never whined that way, so small and defeated. Azure worried for a second that the King may cry, something unheard and unseen till now.

“He's gone!” Whined the sage, almost as if he was some grieving maiden talking about her long lost husband.

“The pest?” Tried to clarify Azure, Bull King leaned over Peng and mumbled :

“Isn't this a good thing?”

“Don't ask me. I don't know what this madman is talking about half of the time.” Quietly scoffed the bird.

“You don't understand! It's been two days and I haven't caught a sign of him!” Wailed the golden monkey, he narrowed his gaze at his glass, as if it personally offended him for simply existing, and downed it.

“So you chased away the pest, and now you're sad about it?” Asked Azure with a raised eyebrow, this was getting weirder than usual, even for Sun Wukong.

“I don't know what to do to make him come back…” Mumbled the sage, cheeks flushed by the wine.

“Well…usually they like food. You said they stole some of your peaches, maybe try to lure them with that.” Proposed Yellow Task, trying to soothe the Monkey rather than understand the ways of his mind.

“That's right!” Laughed the golden monkey, he rose, so suddenly that his knee hit the table and spilled some of the wine. “Why didn't I think of food!!” Sun Wukong smiled at them and ran away with a skip in his step, almost tripping on some roots along the way.

“Well, at least we helped him.” Sighed Azure as he downed his own glass.

“One day he hates the pest, another he wants it back. Tomorrow he's gonna tell us he fell in love with it or something.” Snorted Peng with crossed arms, they all laughed at the absurdity of their comment, because surely Sun Wukong wasn't this insane.

Was he ?

***

Sun Wukong had never been the type to dwell on something, he usually forgot what bothered him after a few days. Yet he couldn't forget the face of the lil macaque even if he wanted to. It's been two days since he used the magical device his brothers gave him, two days since he discovered that a lil monkey lived in the walls of his mansion, two days since he was haunted by the face of the lil guy.

Sun Wukong searched everywhere in his mansion, he discovered a fancy new room almost each hour, but no trace of the gorgeous lil guy. He almost gave up when he noticed no peaches were stolen since the day he discovered the macaque's existence. Maybe the lil guy was afraid of him? He tried to appear less threatening and cooed at the holes in his walls with what he hoped was a reassuring voice (a few of his lil suns watched him with tilted heads and tried to imitate him but he shooed them away, not wanting to overwhelm the lil guy in his walls) but the macaque didn't even show the tip of his snout.

Yellow Tusk advice revived his vigor, an offering was a sign of good-will wasn't it ? Maybe he should let the lil guy take a step in his direction instead of ransacking his own house in the hope of getting at least one sight of him. The sage took one of his freshest peaches and cut it into tiny pieces with the tip of his claws, he then put the pieces in a large leaf and laid it in the middle of the living room. Sun Wukong hid behind his couch (or at least the wooden bench veiled by pillows he called a couch) and peeked over it, towards the leaf.

He stayed there for a good while, perfectly still, except for his wagging tail. This time he didn’t fall asleep, not wanting to miss anything. Something finally moved at dawn, a shadow slipping in the dark, almost unnoticeable in the house obscurity. Sun Wukong watched, entranced, as the lil guy's head got out of the leaf’s shadow. He narrowed his eyes at the pieces, sniffing the air suspiciously. The sage silenced the coos tickling his lips and looked quietly. The macaque left the shadow, the dawn's luster gliding on his fur. He carefully walked towards the leaf and leaned towards the peach pieces, he took one in his lil hands (the pieces the size of his palm) and brought it to his snout. He bit it after assuring everything was alright and sat before the leaf, munching on his piece with a swaying tail.

Sun Wukong thought this was the most adorable thing he ever saw, he accidently let a quiet purr stumble out of his lips. The macaque straightened, ears erect, the piece clutched in his arms, as if he was afraid someone would take it away.

“It's alright!” Shouted the King, he jumped on his feet and tried to appear as non-threatening as possible. “I just want to be friends.”

The lil macaque stopped hissing for a few seconds, his eyes went towards the peach pieces then towards the sage in a silent question.

“Yeah! It's for you!” Beamed the King, overjoyed he was making some progress with his roommate. Sun Wukong tried to take a step closer but the lil macaque immediately hissed, crouching on all-four. Panicking, the sage took a step back and the lil guy calmed down. “Okay, boundaries, got it.”

Sun Wukong silently watched as the lil guy ate some peach pieces, and stuffed others in his makeshift sling. He couldn't help but wonder how the other voice would sound, what his name was, if he even had one. Unable to keep his thoughts for himself, Sun Wukong opened his mouth and began to ramble.

“My name's Sun Wukong by the way. But I'm sure you already know it, I'm the Monkey King! You have a name?”

The macaque turned towards him and eyed him up and down, as if accessing whether he posed any threats or not.

“Macaque.” was the only thing the lil guy deigned to say, however it was enough for the sage to beam with unadulterated joy. His voice was nice, a bit squeaky, perhaps because of the size difference, but nice nevertheless.

“Macaque, that's your name?” Excitedly asked the King, voice rising with his excitement.

“You're loud.” Groaned Macaque, his lil ears folded on themselves.

“O-oh right, sorry.” Sheepishly apologized the King, one hand rubbing his neck. Macaque eyed him for a bit before muttering about “weird giant” and dipping in a flurry of shadows, disappearing from the room. “I guess I'll see you later.” Mumbled the sage in slight disappointment.

At least he had a name now! He told himself as he enjoyed how the name sounded on his lips.

#Shadowpeach #Mini Mac Au #Simp Sun Wukong #Wukong being dramatic like he's in a living k-drama #Wukong is a short king and Mac is an even shorter king #Food is the way to a lil guy heart #The brotherhood being confused but supportive #LMK

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mari-lair · 4 months

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the recent chapter was decent, but when I realised akane wasn't the yoshiro after convincing myself he was for a month i had to close the tab stare at the ground and like. process for a few seconds. how i wish he had been... i did enjoy mirai trying to save his life though, and teru recognising that they hadn't been going to their full strength because maybe they didn't care about the yoshiro, because as you said, they had been presented at a higher level and we didn't see that in chapter 109

I always had doubts about him being the Yorishiro, with Akane having 2 bodies and the supernatural one already being stabbed in the chest before, so even that reveal was more of a "oh, okay. Makes sense" feeling.

It's... kind of sad... my experience with this chapter. With this arc.

The only thing I like is Mirai saving Akane, and how rich with character quirks, values, and experiences, Akane's fight with Tsukasa is, it goes beyond just his judo skills (and Elise will talk about it when she has the time) But I'll be honest, I have no hope for this arc, no wish to think about it and theorize it or anything.

I am here for terukaneaoi and the way Aoi hasn't shown up even as a small panel since the clock was frozen is... very telling... Akane's 'betrayal' with Teru also saddens me, for the more I look at it, the more clear it becomes that it is a tool, not a conflict they planned as a means to clash ideals, learn more about each other, or strengthen/restructure bonds (like Aoikane in chap 69 or Kou and Teru in chap 87). When Aidairo does want to create character conflict, they are amazing at it! Which makes Akane and teru feel... that much weirder.

I never expected Teru to jump and try to help Akane, he is handcuffed and without his sword, but I did expect him to have some kind of thought about the situation while he watched Akane be beaten up in front of him.

We get no reaction panel about what he thought of the fight. At all. Akane isn't in immediate danger when we do see his thoughts but it still feels... Strange to frame chapter 108 in a way that highlights how much Akane's betrayal affects Teru on a personal level, to make chap 109's gag revolve around Teru being THAT angry with Akane and then... Make Teru not spare Akane a single thought.

Teru even takes into consideration Nene's lifespan, but absolutely nothing about Akane. No cursing him. No "oh he did almost die like I wished for, idk how to feel a bout that". No "it feels strange to not be able to do anything, just watch". No, "I guess he is a clock keeper not the boy i thought I knew". No "i'm glad he is not dead". Not even "he should have died", as cruel as it sounds, it would still make way more sense than just... Nothing.

He doesn't even refer to Akane by name.

Teru is someone who has taken things personally since his very introduction, unused to change and prioritizing his relationships over his duties (not exorcising Hanako so Kou doesn't get mad at him. Putting the intire school at risk cause Tiara wanted him to clean up a mokke in chap 39. Letting Akane punch him in chap 71, etc-)

He is pathetic and unexperienced when he takes things personally, he wants to be reliable and admired, he doesn't know how to handle not getting what he wants (especially with Akane, who always obeys). Even when he tries to be detached his pathetic nature still show up. It had been consistent.

But the guy that locked himself in his bedroom and hid under the covers for a whole day after his fight with Kou seemingly got over Akane betraying him in what must have been 1 hour without talking about it ? I know Akane is not as important to Teru as his family but it's insane that he got over it without even thinking about it or being able to move in any way to let his frustrations out.

The worst part is that even when I suspend my disbelief and go along with the idea that Teru "isn't taking things personally anymore and is in professional mode cause the situation is dire!" it still makes no sense.

Akane's betrayal should have filled his head with questions about the situation, about what changed, but Teru never even tried to connect his vague talk with Akane with the clock keepers seemingly being nerfed.

Why 'now?' feels like an important question. One that should stick, but Teru ignores it.

Which again. Goes agaisnt what is established of his opinion of Akane.

Why would he neglect the words of a colleague he considers wise? Of someone he is treating as fully part of the clock keepers now? Someone he always wanted to hear his opinions before even in his 'professional and smart' mode? Someone whose opinions we have been told he doesn't dismiss even when what Akane says clashes with his upbringing as an exorcist? I am just supposed to assume he is treating Akane as any other supernatural now? Is the betrayal an insta 'everything that has been established no longer applies' free card...?

So yeah, sure... This is a big improvement from chapter 109 but it has the same core problem as chapter 109, at least to me: Aidairo has no interest in exploring Teru as a character in this arc. Aidairo wants the spotlight fully on the broadcasting club, and they will tweak his character whenever it's convenient to set the stage. Just like Nene had turned into a kid with minimal agency, Teru has become a presence that doesn't ask questions, unless said questions will move the plot.

Feelings will also be reduced to what moves the plot, we don't need to know how he feels about being in a position with no power, no sword, and minimal knowledge for the first time in this manga. There is so much they can explore completely disconnected from Akane, despite putting a spotlight on their relationship in chap 108, but there is nothing for Teru's character.

Even when Tsukasa points at Nene, whom he isn't angry at, he has no reaction. He does not care about this guy targeting the little baby girl after witnessing Akane be dragged on the floor.

Of course he doesn't. This isn't about him, is a Hanako set up, Teru can't have even a panel of spotlight on him that is about his character, can't bring attention to his fall out with Akane, less the reader get any expectative from it, or take space in a manga that currently isn't about him.

Teru is a tool first, and a character second in this arc. Chapter 109 stuck him in a dumb gag box. Chapter 110 stuck him in a smart guy exposition box. His personality is picked apart when it is convenient not when it makes sense for a character that has been molded for 100 chapters.

I don't care about this plot. I care about my favorite characters, and how they would react to the circumstances the plot been put on. That's my priority. It isn't Aidairo's. Even if Teru does have a relevant role later, it's still clear that exploring his character isn't Aidairo's priority in this arc.

I told chapter 109 to make me care about the arc, and chapter 110 is way better but not enough to make me care. Which is very sad, I wish it did :(

...This was already a depressing enough answer as it is, I don't want to talk about it.

#i hate being so pessimistic about two chapters in a roll #minamoto teru #tbhk #tbhk 110 #jshk #toilet bound hanako kun #jibaku shounen hanako kun

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mikubilliards · 7 months

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Ok so let me be very normal about something, I haven’t done that in a while. (Spoiler alert: I am not normal and should be locked away in a mental asylum).

So Colony Mu. Poor poor Colony Mu. But also super coolio Colony Mu. Literally my favorite group of side characters in any video game ever made bar none. Man they’re so good. Like, an idyllic summer camp lifestyle disrupted by an unending conflict that nobody wants to think about or fight but everyone has to. These kids, they’re not cut out for any of it. They don’t want to fight a war. They would rather do anything but that. But Irma. Irma. Irma. The consul I, a traitor to the colony, but so so complex. She forced them to fight. To die. To suffer. She had her reservations about it, but that was her duty as Moebius. But then, things change.

Fiona. None of her compatriots had the gall or the spirit to stand up to the consul. Even after they were beaten against the wall and the colony was reduced to barely present, their flame clock hidden away. But Fiona, a timid character herself, finally had enough. She told Irma off. And you know what. She brought up Irma’s reservations about that leadership just enough to intrigue her. Even as a consul, she actually genuinely respected Fiona. And instead of killing her, she decided to see how Fiona would handle leading the colony. But, you see, Irma was anonymous at the time. So instead of just remaining their overseer, she joined their ranks as a soldier. Fought and trained alongside the colony. And she saw the colony change, albeit slowly, towards something better. But that wasn’t her duty as Moebius. She kept them in a perpetual state of fighting for survival, not allowing them to grow, change, or do things that they would be better suited for. Again, the kids weren’t fighters, most were less than 5 terms old. So the cycle continued, Fiona’s confidence never growing due to the perpetual fighting and dying, but her leadership able to hold together the colony in a way the other leaders couldn’t.

And then Ouroboros arrives. They see that the colony has had some weird goings on, and there’s no consul to be found. The flame clock is also gone, which makes it even weirder. The tension here is just amazing. At the time, you as the player have no idea that Irma is the consul, and it takes them some time to deduce that someone among the ranks of the colony is lying about their identity. Eventually, the party figures out that it’s Irma, and have to break the news to Fiona. She’s startled so badly, since to her Irma has been a strong willed and brave lieutenant, able to command when she would not. She breaks down, unable to choose between her friend and her colony. After Irma reveals herself to be the consul, Ouroboros do what they do best. But it scars Fiona. Someone she trusted with so much, and who she thought of as a good friend, was perpetuating the very nature of the war that the colony had been fighting since the beginning. She’s lost without Irma, who gave her direction to put her energy into leadership. She doesn’t even tell her own colony that Irma was the traitor, she can’t do it.

And that’s exactly what the colony’s quest line is. Helping Fiona gain her confidence in a way that Irma could never have done. Not through fighting, but through bringing together her friends and comrades. Tallow, her new lieutenant, is another relatively strong willed individual compared to Fiona, but he’s constantly concerned with how much she shuts out her duties as a leader. And they all want to know what happened to Irma. But she’s scared. Scared that they’ll see her as weak, or not accept her for almost betraying the colony for Irma’s sake. She doesn’t think that she deserves to be a leader since she couldn’t make any decisions without Irma. After much convincing, and a lot of confidence boosting activities throughout the colony with the help of Ouroboros, Fiona finally comes clean after seeing Irma’s hideout and all of the things inside that recall the events described above from her perspective. The colony accepts her, regardless of what she did or what she was. She was first and foremost their leader. She helped so many of them stand up to their own challenges, and now they repay her by helping her stand up to hers. And, she’s able to comfort her colony and take charge. She’s grown. She needed some help from her friends for sure, but she did it. That potential that Irma saw in her when she rejected the way they were treated. It was finally able to blossom. And watching that happen…ooooh there’s nothing better. And post-ascension quest, we get to see just how much she’s grown. She puts on a whole training exercise to test the colony’s defenses, she parlays with Triton (who’s a character in of himself), and she helps to set up multiple farms for her friends to tend to. Not a typical summer camp at the beach; but this isn’t a typical world. Fiona finds herself, and with her the rest of the colony finds their own path forward after being freed from the flame clock.

And I suppose it’s time I talk about the other members of the colony as well. I won’t go into detail about all of them cause then I’d be here forever, but as a group, they are just amazing. They’re the rejects, the people who were shunned from most of the other colonies cause they weren’t good enough. But that doesn’t mean they’re not valuable. They prove that throughout the quest line. Just because they weren’t cut out for combat doesn’t mean they don’t have a purpose, and many of them are some of the nicest people in the entire world (speaking of nice people I am definitely gonna do a Miyabi post like this at some point but I’m already insane enough for now). They have that summer camp when you were 12 vibe, but the idealized version of it. Singing songs around a campfire; cooking up delicious food for the colony, going boating and fishing, all while on a beautiful beach. But, they’re all one big support structure. All helping to make sure that no one is left out or behind. No doubt this had some influence from Fiona, who is very gentle and caring, but nonetheless the whole colony is always there for each other. And special shout out to Nico (that is, her!) the random npc with a silly quirk that makes you remember them long after you completed the game. It was always silly to see her talking.

So yeah, Colony Mu. Amazing storytelling. Amazing antagonist. Amazing leader (in gameplay too, gotta love all her buffs and chain attack effect). Amazing location. Amazing everything. My mind was absolutely blown wide open when I found Irma’s cave in Fiona’ ascension quest. Made everything so much more interesting to hear about how she was so conflicted over her duties to Moebius and her friendship with Fiona. Every time I think about it I just like them more. I guess it’s like what the funny birb man Luxin said, the game just gets better the more thought you put into it.

I’m so normal man you wouldn’t believe it. Maybe i should do commentary vids…hahah no I’m too anxious for that!

#xenoblade chronicles 3 #Xenoblade #xenoblade 3 #fiona xenoblade #colony mu #long post #i had to #i’m so normal #that’s so normal of me…#these kids man #storytelling #it’s MY game of the year 2022 #it’s so sad but so good #and the way they all come together #this is writing

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yanderelovlies · 1 year

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✨Galaxy Anon ✨ here!

( Here are the responses tumblr didn’t send)

Ooh what is this game focused on? Oh don’t worry I get distracted a lot too. And maybe since it’s easier sometimes especially having to deal with the pain that is life.

*nods head* Yes please that be most appreciated.

Pfft now that I read it back it does sound evil. Haha I meant as a warning for your feelings but I could go for that evil vibe as well lol.

Same I love lore in video games, more than actually playing the game. At least he is involved in it and also setting down his boundaries. Good for him. Honestly very true since a lot of YouTubers let it become so bad they become narcissistic or outed as predators which is such a pain to deal with.

Yes especially when they “ talk” about the subject and never bring it up or even private it showing they don’t feel sorry at all or not even say anything at all. I had a YouTuber who I didn’t watch often but when finding out what he did I actually was a bit surprised since he never struck me as the type but unfortunately looks can be deceiving. Never heard of them but at least now I have another YouTuber to avoid. Also for example artists YouTubers I don’t want to give them money for being awful and it’s shame since some of them have done amazing works and while I can separate art from artists it’s hard to find a upload that isn’t on there channel to watch so I don’t actually give the person views.

Ooh that makes sense. I will check a gameplay on that.

So basically play your route kinda game? I see. Ooh that sounds Interesting and nownI can see the differences between the two games.

Oh makes sense I understand that you have to look for the lore and sometimes it’s hard to keep track of. Yeah I don’t blame you I would just want to know the lore already and try to find people who can explain it.

Yeah I only want to shame people who have incest or actually condone horrible acts and say the acts are fine in real life and your like “ No?”

Oh I don’t mind spoilers can you explain in better detail. Honestly I wouldn’t be surprised if there was in the fandom. The more bigger a fandom the weirder and grosser parts of it are easier to find.

Yay!

Ahh I see basically the whole “ I have to deal with it” mindset. Maybe it was because they were afraid if you had them on you wouldn’t hear them clearly and be more inclined to get distracted resulting in less than satisfactory results. Wow so many big words lol.

No problem viví. I know that would be the worst if someone bad had a hold of this information and hurt you with it. Besides you don’t need to feel sorry for having boundaries.

I can’t wait to see more of it! I love to see how you handle this conflict branching off this one shot! I mean in the end as least is the readers know we are so amazing we were able to charm Joseph lol.

Do you remember if you actually left it open or even a kinda like dream that could explain why it was opened? Anything different in the house? Maybe something wasn’t stolen but maybe vandalized in your house? Not to mention also was there anyone who was last there who could have something to do it? Maybe accidentally leaving the door opened when leaving.

So the main plot of the first three is stopping these sentient machines called the Reapers. They are giant ships that hide in dark space till races rise to glory, then harvest/kill them all. However, each game is like steps to stopping them. The first two delay their arrival while gathering information (and saving people), while the third game is rallying all the races to fight the Reapers. The fourth one really doesn't have anything to do with the first three. totally different characters in a totally different galaxy. They also introduced a new alien species in this game called the Angran. I love them so much

*gives you my fluffed blanket and pillow pet* Here you go, friend 💕

Lol, villain in the making right there.

Honestly, that's Dark Souls for me. Love the lore hate the stupid difficulty. I'm really looking forward to his movie and seeing him in the fnaf movie. Also, no kidding, it's getting scary at this point.

I feel the exact same way. I won't lie i go through the subscribe list every now and again, just in case I don't like supporting anyone who hurts others.

Lol, the funny part is when I play dark souls I more on edge and anxious, which is why I make so many mistakes, but while playing DMC, I button smash 👀

Lore finding is even worse Elden Ring (It was made by the same people who made dark souls). I recently beat the game, and I can't tell you anything about the lore. Just that I killed a bunch of bosses and became a lord. That's it. so I'm watching YouTube.

I will never understand why people think shit like that is okay

Well, each fire emblem is different. different stories, different characters, and different land. However, there are few that suffer from the "She is a million year old dragon, but looks like a little girl, and one to my knowledge is marriable. One of them also has Incest unfortunately. If you're male, you can marry your actual cousin, and if you're female, you can marry that cousin's son. don't get me started in the rest of the romances. the story isn't the best either, and it's such a shame to me because there are two characters from there that I love so much, but I'm not a fan of the game.

That all being said, the more recent fire emblems don't have Incest and they do have a little dragon girl, but you can't marry her, and she acts like kid so she falls more into the little sister role. They are learning.

Really, that's my only thought process when working. I've had friends in the past who were the opposite, and i saw how that went. I mean, you're probably right. I should have been more aware of my surroundings. It was just hard for me to work without it. I don't like the quiet it bothers me. God, that sounds spoiled of 😭

Thank you for understanding.

I've been working on it piece by piece. I've been busy, so it might be a bit before it's ready, unfortunately.

Well, what happened was I went to my moms house to get something. When I came back to mine, I thought I shut my door properly, but I didn't. sometime early that morning, my cat and dog were playing and opened the door. I did recheck everything, and nothing has been messed with or taken. Since then, I have always checked my door twice.

#vivi talks #galaxy anon

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yonder-wander · 1 year

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sex n sexuality Under The Cut

what if I just take all my relationship with sexuality and then simply. project it. lmao. it’s so weird to have made a character who was deliberately very close to home and then opt to give him backstory that is ALSO an abstracted and more explicitly Troublesome representation of…….my problems with Doing Intimacy

I gave him my desperate need to be sure he’s wanted before he makes a move, and I made him wreck the only relationship he deeply desired before it could even begin as a result?

and now I’m here like ANYWAY TIME TO FIXATE ON THIS MAN’S SEX LIFE because

a) if this awkward little nerd can be desirable then so can I be (and in the weirdest twist of fate ive decided he is in fact desirable, and there has never been a weirder ‘is this person attractive or do I want to be them’ scenario than when this person is someone you yourself created and portray.)

b) it’s a comfortable one step removed from interfacing with my own desires barehanded with no oven gloves no that’s not a double entendre I just mean direct interfacing is sometimes Risky To Handle because Shame Time. it’s as close as i can get to embodying the self i’d like to exist in. he is the oven gloves.

c) I have made him Neither Pure Nor Shameless But A Secret Third Thing (A Lil Repressed And Shy At First But Ultimately Reasonably Comfortable With His Desires) and that’s a good thing to be able to conceptualise ESPECIALLY because other people tend to view him, like me, as some kind of sweet woodland animal in a sweater vest and yet nonetheless Julian Experiences Sexuality Quite Definitely

I just wish i could temporarily project myself into his lil universe so i could briefly be someone who’s at where he’s at: Closer To Comfortably But Imperfect Enough To Feel Attainable. which tbf is kind of what I am doing but I mean I Would Like To Be The Wizard Because I Think The Wizard Fucks More Than I Do Despite Being A Pathetic Little Nerd (Affectionate)

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voiceless-terror · 3 years

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I am so completely enamored with Danny as jons ex and I would be forever in your debt if you finished that

i wasn't expecting people to like this idea so much, its definitely one of my weirder ones xD since im not sure when i'll get around to actually finishing it (if ever) you can have a very rough chunk of it instead. you'll have to forgive any mistakes, im not up to editing it.

In a surprising show of athleticism, Jon ducks under Sasha’s chair before the specter of his past manages to see him.

Sasha swears at the action, backing up in her chair and peering down at Jon in bafflement. “What on Earth are you doing, Jon?”

Instead of answering her question, he backs up even further, tucking his feet out of sight. He thinks Sasha’s umbrella must be under here, and judging from the sharp point currently jabbing at his thigh, he probably broke it. “Is he still there?” he hisses, tilting his head to avoid bashing it into the desk.

“Who?”

“That- that man!”

A pause. “Tall, dark and handsome?”

Jon’s turn to pause. “I suppose you might call him that,” he replies stiffly. And it’s true. The man, from Jon’s brief, panicked glimpses, is at least six foot, with thick, dark hair and a bright grin.

And he looks exactly like Jon’s ex, Danny Stoker.

He’d done an almost comical double-take after a cursory glance; at first he’d thought Danny was the new hire, but this man was more angular, like a sharper, leaner version of his ex. So no, it couldn’t be him.

That didn’t stop him from diving under the nearest object, ergo Sasha’s desk. Not the wisest of decisions, considering his throbbing side, but he’s never been known for grace under pressure.

He’s not exactly sure why this fight or flight mode’s been activated- he and Danny had parted on fairly good terms, each recognizing that although they cared about the other, they simply weren’t compatible in the long term. They’d dated for a little over six months when Jon was a freshman, and he’d fallen hard.

Danny had been his first real relationship, and Jon was shocked that someone like him even looked his way. Impossibly handsome, incredibly fit, desired and envied in equal measure, and he dated scrawny, shy, insecure Jonathan Sims; the rumor mill went wild. They’d met at a party, and not even a good one. In a brief moment of liquid courage, Jon managed to insert himself into a group and fit in one snarky joke that sent Danny into stitches, the rest of the partygoers following his lead. For one second, Jon felt like he truly fit in, like he was someone worth knowing.

Danny had a way of making someone feel special. Big, romantic gestures, surprising him after class, taking him on little expeditions beyond campus. Jon didn’t drive, still doesn’t, and Danny wanted to show him the world outside of their privileged little campus.

But, like all of Jon’s relationships, it came to an end. Jon wasn’t ready for such overwhelming affection (didn’t think he deserved it, quite frankly), and Danny needed someone who could handle his fast-paced lifestyle. Jon was not that man. They broke up amicably, even if Jon shed a few tears in private, saw each other on campus a few times. Danny tried to reach out more than once, just as friends, but Jon’s never been able to handle more than one relationship at a time, and by then he’d met Georgie.

But now it seems the past is unavoidable, and standing near the circulation desk. Well, now walking in his direction, if the steady footsteps were any indication. Jon’s heart begins to hammer in his chest as it hits him that he is, in fact, hiding under a desk because a man who sort of looks like his ex is in his general vicinity. Coward.

“‘Lo!” God, even the voice is similar, if not as deep. “Tim Stoker. Reporting for duty.”

Stoker. Tim Stoker. Jon startles, slamming his head against the desk with a yelp.

Somewhere in his spiraling thoughts and throbbing head he remembers- Danny had a brother. An older brother that he adored. This must be the famous Tim- Danny made him out to be a saint, and though Jon never met him, he felt some fondness via Danny’s descriptions. But Tim’s going to have no fondness for him, especially considering Jon’s current position, hiding in pain under his coworkers desk.

“Pleased to meet you!” Sasha chirps, very clearly amused by the situation. “I’m Sasha James. And this-” she tugs at one of Jon’s legs, dragging him a few inches into sight. Jon buries his head in his hands and wishes he were invisible. “-is Jonathan Sims. We’ll be training you.”

“Excellent.” Tim’s voice holds the same good humor Danny’s always did, and sends a pang of nostalgia through his chest. “Er, you alright down there?”

“Yes,” Jon responds robotically, scrambling to his feet and standing behind Sasha’s chair, unwilling to meet the man’s eyes, lest he be drawn in. “I- uh, lost a pen. P-Probably left it in the copy room, I’ll just be going...there.” With that incredible performance, he fled.

And only tripped once on the way out.

________

So Jon’s kind of cute.

Tim doesn’t normally go for tiny disgruntled academics, but Jonathan Sims is an interesting fellow. He’s got a reputation for being the ‘problem child’ of the Research Department, awkward and prickly and always available with a snide word. He wields his books and files like a little suit of armor, and the only person he’s seen him open up to is Sasha. Besides their little conversations, Jon is all work and no play.

Except with Tim.

Sasha says she’s never seen anything like it, with one of her secret little smiles. Jon’s always staring. Usually, the man can’t hold eye contact to save his life, but he’ll spend full minutes looking at Tim when he thinks he can’t see. The first few times, Tim would turn around and smile, but that practically sent the man into convulsions, dropping his papers and jumping out of sight like a spooked cat. It was funny the first few times, but Tim pitied him enough to ignore it now. He hopes Jon enjoys the view.

God forbid he ask the guy a question. Jon will look around the room, as if waiting for someone else to answer, when it’s clearly directed at him. He’ll blush and stammer his way through every explanation, keeping a wide berth of at least two feet between them. Even when Tim wants him to look at his screen, he’ll squint from far away. Tim starting to think he smells bad, or has some sort of communicable disease unbeknownst to him.

“It’s not that,” Sasha assures him, again with that unreadable smile. “Trust me.”

Time to try something else.

He prints out his latest follow up, a rather elaborate statement regarding mistaken identities and absolutely nothing supernatural. He knows Jon prefers to look at things on paper, as screens ‘trigger his migraines’ if Tim understood his mumbles. Maybe if he can engage with him on familiar territory for the both of them, he’ll be able to hold a conversation. Tim specifically requested his help on this one.

“If you could just look it over, make sure everything’s up to snuff, that’d be great,” Tim says to the top of Jon’s head, as the man refuses to lift his own to meet his gaze. “You know how Dr. Walker is. Always-”

“Finding mistakes where there are none? I’m familiar with her methods,” Jon snorts, and Tim feels like he’s getting somewhere. A whole sentence! With classic Jonathan Sims snark! “I-I can give it a look. I’m rather busy, but -”

“Take your time,” Tim says with a dismissive wave of the hand. “I finished a bit early, so I don’t need it for a few days yet. Don’t want to put you out.”

“You’re not.” Jon meets his eyes for about ten seconds before ducking his head back down.

Progress!

#tma #jonathan sims #tim stoker #jontim #jondanny #what a tag i need to use it more often #if people do actually like this i might be tempted to give it another go #i think the outline for it ended up being too long for a week event #so i got lazy and gave up #asks #my writing #danny stoker #jondanny au

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yardsards · 2 years

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>.> (hunter and blight twins sibling relationship in darius blight au? thoughts?) <.<

i mentioned some of these headcanons in the previous two rambles but i'll take this chance to put the stuff together and maybe elaborate further on some stuff plus a few new headcanons:

hunter and the twins in general:

-they're a little wary of him at first. they don't have the personal baggage with him that amity did. it's more like, just normal needing to adjust to a new step-sibling. like, their family life was already so weird and then stuff got upended with a divorce and their dad's personality basically pulling a positive 180. and then, just as they were starting to get used to that, there is just this guy and his SON who is so awkward and maladjusted just being thrust into their lives. like they'd talked before in a "this is my dad's boyfriend's kid" context but having to have him there as their *brother* all of a sudden is just A Lot (it's like when you introduce a new cat into ur household and you gotta put it in the bathroom so the other cats can smell it through the door lol)

-there's no big moment that makes them click and become friends, more just them slowly all warming up to one another the longer they're forced to be in each other's presence

-hunter is a little on edge around them early on cuz he can tell they haven't really accepted him yet. but also he kinda looks to them as role models and examples of how he should act in this new family structure. bc his main two responses to unfamiliar circumstances are either "look to SOME kind of authority figure for guidance" or "completely withdraw and refuse all help", and this is a situation that calls more for the first reaction. ed and em barely know anything more than him about healthy families but his only other option (aside from their dads, but he's looking for peers to emulate) is amity. so, twins it is.

-he also sometimes clings to them in social/school situations, if none of his flyer derby friends are available

-when the twins finally start to accept hunter as their brother, they start affectionately teasing and pranking him like they do to amity. hunter doesn't understand this At All and is like "oh no, i thought we were doing so well but now they hate me???" and the twins are like "huh, wonder why he's acting even weirder and more nervous than usual. probably just shy about being accepted as our brother now." they all figure it out eventually.

-i WOULD say it gets fixed after hunter opens up about the twins "hating" him to amity or one of his dads and asks for advice. or that he'd at least be able to simply ask the twins what their problem is. but no, he wouldn't be at that point yet, still partially convinced he needs to handle his problems alone, or that whoever he told would hate him too, or that the twins would be pissed at him for not figuring out why they hate him for himself (darius had been helping him unlearn some of that and he's prolly even in therapy but this stuff takes a long time to unlearn). hunter tries to figure it out on his own before eventually breaking and either A: apologizing profusely to them and begging them not to hate him B: lashing out angrily. it ends up okay in the end, though

-as he gets more comfortable with things, hunter doesn't need to cling to the twins anymore. but he still hangs out with them cuz by then he genuinely just likes them as people

-someone at school once referred to him as "the third blight triplet" as a dig at him hanging around his siblings so much. but he wasn't offended, he was actually super happy and flattered about being included with those two.

-he once briefly considered dyeing his hair green to match theirs but after thinking about it, he firmly decided against it. because something like hair would end up feeling less like the intended "matching to show you're a part of the group, like when some best friends all have matching necklaces, or when a team has matching uniforms" and more like he'd be making himself into a copy of them. which would not be good for any of their emotional wellbeing.

-i mentioned that i think the twins would eventually stop getting into so much trouble once they realize they don't have the same strict rules to rebel against and don't need to act out to get attention. but sometime before that but after they befriend hunter, they invite him to go cause mischief with them. a bit because he's their friend now and that's their idea of having fun with friends, a bit because they think some rebellion would be healthy for hunter

-hunter actually agrees. a little bit from peer pressure, sure. but also a part of him kinda needs to rebel, after being so controlled by belos his whole life. and there's also this unhealthy part of him that's unnerved by how non-abusive his new family is and wants to push limits until someone finally snaps (he can't yet fully accept that no matter what he does, no one is gonna snap and hurt him)

-it's something pretty tame by the twins' standards. like, adding some graffiti to an already heavily graffitied alleyway or something. but hunter is having such an adrenaline rush. the twins feel proud of themselves for helping their high-strung brother let loose

-but then they get home and the reality of what they did fully sets in for hunter and he starts Freaking The Fuck Out and finds the nearest dad and confesses and starts profusely apologizing and begging for forgiveness (he accidentally rats the twins out in the process but it's fine because their dads are too busy focusing on calming down hunter to even consider punishing them. still though, they put that down as a second reason to not rope hunter into any more Shenanigans any time soon)

-the twins do decide that they still do need to teach him how to rebel, though. they just decide to stick to things that ARE allowed at home but weren't allowed in the emperor's coven. they egg him on into doing things like taking a nap or helping himself to snacks in between meals or putting off his homework and chores til after dinner instead of doing them as soon as he gets home

-his presence destabilizes the pre-established "the twins are A Unit (that their other sibling is not a part of)" dynamic that was going on with the twins and amity, and indirectly leads both emira and edric to develop closer individual relationships with amity. like, the twins were kinda already beginning to forge their own identities, and they had been getting closer with amity, but his presence accelerated that.

-before any of this, the twins had never really had any close friendships, outside of each other. like, they've had casual friends and romantic flings but no one they could truly be vulnerable around. and almost all of their friends were friends with *both of them as a unit* rather than with them as individuals. again, they were moving towards having their own identities and their own relationships, but their new family situation helped speed up the breaking down of their dependency, and emira and edric start trying to make some close friends of their own, outside of the family

hunter and edric:

-these two are absolute besties

-hunter claims to be the responsible one out of the pair but edric has had to hold hunter back from doing dumbass shit almost as many times as hunter has had to hold back edric. sometimes they balance each other out, other times they just amplify each other's very different flavours of stupidity.

-them fully being besties starts after edric and emira make it their mission to get hunter to break as many belos-rules as possible. edric hears that hunter was forbidden from studying or talking about wild magic. so he decides to get hunter talking about wild magic. and hunter starts infodumping and then apologizes and edric encourages him to continue. at first it's just to encourage rulebreaking but edric very quickly gets invested in what hunter's saying, as he has an interest in wild magic himself

-and something hunter says gets edric talking like "oh that reminds me of this beastkeeping principle" or "that's kinda like this lesson eda gave me" and he goes off on his own infodump

-which reminds hunter of something else he read. and the cycle of them just taking turns infodumping continues for HOURS. it only stops because of some outside factor like it being time for dinner

-from then on, these two just schedule time together to infodump at each other or to study their mutual interests together

-they've invited emira to these sessions before, but she inevitably gets bored after the first 20 minutes, so it's just brother time (amity has gotten involved once or twice, but usually she's not got much interest in joining them)

-edric starts bringing hunter along to his potions-and-wild-magic lessons with eda

-edric is a big people-person and hunter has been isolated and ignored for most of his life so having a best friend be right across the hallway is good for both of them (i mean, edric already had emira as a best friend living with him, but having more than just her is good for him)

-one might worry that edric would just go from being dependent on emira to being dependent on emira *and hunter* but. that doesn't happen. it instead teaches him how to be more independent. his time alone with hunter combined with his time studying beastkeeping and potions in canon show him that "hey, i can do things without emira and still be okay" which later brings the conclusion "i can probably do things without *anyone* and still be okay." he's still very extroverted and prefers not to be alone too much, but being alone is no longer his biggest fear.

-it is important to note that edric doesn't stop spending time with emira or replace her with hunter or anything. he's still got a very special friendship/sibling bond with her. but now he's spending time with her (sometimes alone, sometimes with hunter or amity or their dads, sometimes in social settings with friends) because he genuinely enjoys her company, rather than because he's scared to be alone and needs her.

-at some point it dawns on edric how hunter hardly ever got to act like a child, so he makes it a goal to fix this and gets amity and emira involved too. they make a plan to get together every so often to introduce hunter to things like snowball fights and pillow forts and cartoons on the crystal ball. the og blight siblings (but especially amity) realize that they were forced to grow out of that stuff too early by their parents, so these fun little sibling hangouts are good for all four of them

hunter and emira:

-emira is quick to be nice to him (he is sad and scared and sickly and she is a healer and has Eldest Sister Syndrome) but is slower than the others to fully Trust him (she is habitually cautious on amity and edric's behalf and he's a new person and (though he already proved he was 100% not loyal to the emperor/not Like That anymore) she heard how he treated amity at eclipse lake)

-in those early days when hunter is kinda clinging to the twins for guidance, he clings harder to emira than to edric, because she acts just a little bit more sure of herself that edric

-in some ways this endears him to her and gets her to trust him faster.

-but it also kinda bothers her because having ONE brother clinging to her all the time already felt suffocating, she doesn't know how she'll deal with a second one. he at least doesn't bring the same "being considered a matched pair" baggage that edric did, but still.

-hunter stops clinging to her (and edric) as he gets more comfortable and less nervous about life. and edric is no longer glued to her side almost 24/7 when they're at home, because now he's got a brother to hang out with (or sometimes he hangs out with amity because, as mentioned many paragraphs ago, he and emira have both forged their own close relationships with amity)

-emira's really relieved to have some alone time to figure herself out, and to not have the constant low-level stress of people needing her all of the time

-but she is also Afraid. hunter doesn't need her for guidance anymore. edric doesn't need her constant company anymore. even amity doesn't need emira to protect and take care of her anymore (because now there are actual adults to run to). she worries that, now that no one *needs* her, no one will *want* her anymore.

-her fears prove unfounded as nobody stops hanging out with her but she's still a little worried. but she tries to push those feelings down/hide them. but edric notices something's up because they've spent 16+ years together so he can recognize when she's hiding something. so she opens up to him and he reassures her that he still likes her (in a way, moreso now than ever) now that he isn't so dependent on her, and he's always happy to spend time with her. there is probably a little bit of crying and/or hugging involved. with edric's encouragement, she also opens up to amity and hunter about it and they also reassure her.

-emira and her siblings (but especially her and edric) have a big 4-way talk about what they all need, and how to make each other feel included but not suffocated. surprisingly healthy and responsible communication between all of them.

-it's good for her, to have more time alone without any of her siblings. sometimes she just enjoys the quiet or figures herself out and explores her own interests. sometimes she uses it to make friends outside the family, to befriend them as *just emira*, rather than as emira-and-edric or as emira-and-edric-and-hunter

-hunter (grimwalker) and emira (twin) bond over feeling like a copy of somebody else. edric can kinda also relate but he's not as distressed about it as emira and hunter are

-hunter and emira (and occasionally edric) like to hang out by putting on skin care face masks (hunter learned to enjoy them from darius long before he became a blight) and complain about life or commiserate about their emotional Issues. or just watch low-budget movies and mock them relentlessly

-but a lot of their friendship, when no one else is there to bring the energy, is just kind of a quiet deal. hanging out in the same room doing different things, like cats do. or doing little favours for one another. like, hunter will braid emira's hair and emira will heal the scrapes and bruises hunter got from flyer derby practice

-emira is the first family member that hunter is comfortable receiving physical affection from (aside from dadrius, who earned that honour way back when their family was just himself and hunter). i just Feel It In My Heart

bonus hunter and amity headcanon:

-they like to go to the library together. for amity, it's sometimes to do her job, sometimes just to read. for hunter, it's to be able to finally read all he wants about wild magic without having to be secretive about it. sometimes amity will help him get books from the forbidden stacks (after asking for permission from the head librarian- she learned her lesson from that one time with luz.) eventually, she trusts him enough to let him into her secret hideout. he's allowed to use it anytime he needs to, on the conditions that he doesn't snoop through her personal belongings, and that he'll get out if she needs to use it to be alone

#eliot posts #toh #the owl house #darius blight au #<look that tag up on my blog if ur wondering the context of this #i love how MULTIPLE people have gotten invested in this au that i originally made up as a joke #we all came for the shitpost stayed for the possibility of sweet family dynamics (and occasionally Wacky Hijinks)#brady bunch but all the kids are traumatized and also two of them did kinda try tokill eachother once #and one of the parents was just an awful parent until recently #and with a marriage that makes absolutely zero logical sense #i am having a fun time with this au #yes everyone is a lil ooc but i mostly just go with what i think would be sweet or funny :P #update: the IRONY of the fact that i was just reminded that this post was sitting in my drafts and i was meaning to publish it #by seeing and reblogging a post absolutely dunking on canon alador #lmao #aladarius

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suspiciouslybluemilktea · 3 years

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Suit Saeran x Reader

Description: Ever wondered what would happen if Suit Saeran kept his promise that he’d show you how to wash yourself properly? Anyways, he tosses you in the bath.

His suit clung tightly to each slim curve of his body, now soaking wet in rose scented soapy water. There was an immensely awkward pause after the initial loud splash down into the tub, accompanied by a ‘drip drip drip’ from the liquid running down his attire.

Saeran had landed directly beside you thanks to your tug, quickly shifting to bring himself up. His white shirt left just a bit of his chest in clear view as it became see through, but you weren’t able to look for long. The second his eyes met yours, well? You knew you were in some deep trouble.

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Today’s visit from your “master” started very differently from most. Instead of his usual immediate lunge at you, he shushed you before heading straight for the princess room’s attached bathroom, shutting the door behind him with a slam. Hearing the faucet go on and some rummaging around, you waited for him.

You waited, and waited some more.

The running water never seemed to want to turn off.

He clearly wasn’t just using the restroom to empty his bladder, that much you could infer, so in your curiosity you decided to knock.

“Saeran…are you alright in there?”

His muffled voice came through with the high pitched squeak of the stopping nozzle.

“Of course I am, stupid toy. Get in here and don’t make me wait.”

Whatever shenanigan he had whipped up to present to you at this moment this may be, it was one that seemed weirder than normal. You swallowed the little lump in your throat before turning the door handle he had left unlocked, giving into your curiosity.

And there Saeran stood, arms crossed, sleeves rolled up and tie loosened with the top two buttons of his white dress shirt undone; the suit chain dangling from only one side of his collar too. The adjustments of his uniform weren’t the only oddities here though, the wide bathtub now filled a little too high with warm water and pink bubbles. He approached you.

“Now wait a minute Saeran-”

The smug man did not wait for you, nor did he pay any mind to you trying to back away from him. Instead, he roughly scooped you up bridal style, arms trembling as you entered them, turning and lowering himself to release the weight that was you with a ‘plop’ right into the tub. He cackled at your sudden gasp.

Saeran was lucky he caught you too off guard to deal with any real kicking and squirming.So this was today’s ‘torture time’, huh? You bit your tongue trying not to let out a curse as you were now drenched and trapped.

The water from your impact surrounded his black shoes, but Saeran paid it no mind as he slid over the vanity’s sitting stool to have a seat beside you.

“It’s an absolute shame this tub and all this flowery soap Ray provided is going to waste on someone who clearly isn’t even using it. I’ve had enough of your smell, so I’m dealing with it myself. Today you can’t just flick water on yourself like you’ve been doing all this time, dirty little prince(ss)~”

He reached out his hand to brush wet locks out of your reddened face.

“So be a good toy and let me take care of you, since you clearly can’t do it yourself.”

Saeran’s never ending patronizing and pushing only led you here to a new cliff to dangle you off of. On the bright side, at least he left you fully clothed, although the way the fabric stuck to you wasn’t helping this feeling of bizarre exposure to die down. You sank a bit more into warmth which enveloped you to help them float off your body.

The man to your left took that as a sign of obedience, grabbing a cup from the rim and filling it with water.

“Close your eyes.”

It was as if you were his pet, apparently needing to be groomed as well as trained to eat out of his hands. If Saeran wants to poke and prod you, making your gears tick until you went off like a bomb, you’d just have to never let that happen. This was what kept him from winning this cruel dance, not that you viewed this as a game unlike he seemed to. You were ‘his toy’ he just couldn’t seem to properly puppet, and to you the winning thing to do right now was to embrace the situation and relax. So you did, giving him no rise out of you.

You untensed your shoulders as the splash went over your head, laying back comfortably but keeping your head up for him to have access to your hair.

After that, he squeezed a dollop of shampoo into his hands, evening out the liquid by rubbing his palms together before going in to wash your hair. Surprisingly, he gave you a gentle scalp massage as he did so, working in circles and rubs, occasionally scooping leaking bubbles off your forehead to keep them out of your eyes.

“Such a well behaved toy~”, he cooed down into your ear.

And the ‘praising’ continued as you stayed quiet.

“Heh, well done. So you can shut your pretty mouth and listen after all.”

Ok, never mind, you needed a new approach.

In all honesty, you had once thought of doing something similar to this for Ray…minus the taunting and this kind of context. Saeran rarely really gave you the opportunity to dream up ways to care for him, but that never meant you didn’t wish to. So, what if you turned the tables to keep him understanding that you were in no position to submit? You lightly batted your lashes at him innocently.

“You’re doing so much for me today…isn’t there any way I can reciprocate?”

You could tell by the way his face scrunched that he wasn’t prepared for that one. His toy most certainly has more than a few screws loose.

“Learn how to clean yourself and treat this as a step-by-step walk through. I’m not doing this for you, this is so I don’t have to deal with your smell every time I come and see you! Don’t take this that way, I’m not pampering you!”

“Well then, can I be the one to pamper you?”

You turned your body to face him as he stopped what he was doing.

“So, my toy wants to make themself useful to me for once? What a funny bird you are.”

He cupped your chin in his soapy hand and leaned in to drink up your features, wearing a daunting expression. You rose up as he did so, putting your arms over the rim of the tub and crossing them onto his lap. The man shifted a bit realizing you were getting him wet.

“Mhm…and I think I have just the idea of how to.”

With Saeran so close and leaning over, there was nowhere to run as you sharply yanked him in with you. Ray so graciously chose a tub for two in this room, so why not have two in it. But don’t worry, your yank was more of a fast, supported pull down so that he wouldn’t hurt himself or get away.

It didn’t take long for him to rise up and give you a stare so harsh you were certain you had dug your own grave, even carving your name on a tombstone to complement it.

His collar was still loosened up and now his hair looked like a wet mop, eyeing you as he slicked it all back with one hand. He looked as if he’d grow violent soon, but shamefully, you could only take note of the way his pants clung so tightly to his smaller hips and waist…including his behind. It wasn’t as flat as the straight cut of the fabric he wore led you to believe, it was just a teeny bit round-

Time to diffuse and hopefully not worsen the situation. What you did was extreme compared to how you usually tested him back, so you’d play your cards a bit now to align with his.

“This way I can wash your hair too and make myself useful. This is a two person tub, you know? I can even give you a back massage or-”

You, little dolly, are so dead.

#saeran choi #suit saeran #saeran x mc #saeran x reader

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Searing Starlight (chapter two)

A/n Chapter twooo!! I cannot believe the support I’ve been getting on here im so excited to share my six of crows/shadow and bone fics with y’all!

Lmk if you’d like to be tagged when I update this story!! And just letting y’all know I take requests so if you have an idea you’d like to see me attempt feel free to comment it or send it in :))

At least Kaz’s claimed ‘wraith’ (which is such an odd thing to just have) is a girl, and a seemingly kind one at that. She was quick to find me, body pressed into wooden shelves and glass bottles, and subtly gesture for me to follow her. It had been difficult to keep track of her flighty form through the crowd, but I think there was a point in her strange raveling, to make sure no one was following me.

She’s not particularly talkative, but she doesn’t seem bothered by me. She tossed me a random oversized shirt to pull over my dress when she saw how I kept adjusting the fabric and crossing my arms. That was kinder than she needed to be. I think I’ll like her.

“So you’re a wraith,” I manage, breaking the nervous silence, “Like a full time, constantly on-call wraith.”

The question seems to puzzle her, dark eyebrows drawing together. “Yes.” The corner of her mouth twitches up slightly, a smile. “A full time, constantly on-call wraith.” She hesitates, perfect stance adjusting. “What were you doing before?”

Great. This question. “Nothing important.” It’s not a fair cop-out. Especially since she answered my question. “I um...I’m indentured to Rollan Kenya.”

I watch her reaction to the name. Some know of him. Some revere him. Some loathe him and everything he’s associated with. “His religious interpretations are controversial.”

“If you think what he says to the public is bad you should hear what he says in private.” I push myself further into the chair I’m in.

Something strange flickers over her features. “I can imagine.”

Shaking my head, I hope I’m ending this conversation. “What’s your name?”

A hesitation. “Inej.”

I nod once, “I’m y/n.”

“Do you need water, y/n?”

I scratch my still exposed knee. “That’d be nice. Thank you.”

She’s quick to leave, feet making no noise. A minute later she returns with a cup. I have no reason to suspect her, but I still sniff the cup before taking a cautious sip. I wonder if Anya made it back home. I wonder if she’s worse off for it.

Before I can fall into a pit of debating despair, the door to the room Inej took me to squeaks open. On instinct, I snap my gaze towards the door, tensing. The first person I notice is Kaz, entering the room with a determination too intense for this time of night. Jesper is quick to follow, and I drop my stare. I’ve never had to interact with anyone I’ve lied to after taking their money.

“Are they gone?” Inej asks, clearly accustomed to such brooding tension.

Kaz nods once, “It took too much convincing--the Inferni’s more than she’s letting on.”

I’m literally in the room. “I’m not--we’ve spoken two words to each other, sorry my abilities didn’t come up.”

He turns towards me with a deadly grace. My grip on the cup tightens. What the hell is wrong for me? How deeply instilled is that god complex Kenya wanted in me? It must be as part of me as my name if I felt comfortable enough to speak that way to Kaz Brekker.

I keep my eyes on his cane, waiting for some kind of physical retaliation. “Maybe the grisha hunting you would appreciate your sense of humor more.”

It’s a bluff. He needs me. He’s desperate for something that can mimic a Sun Summoner. Still though, I’m not in the mood to poke a bear with a stick. “Speaking from experience,” I clear my throat awkwardly, “They tend not to.”

“Then I suggest you begin explaining before I decide I’d rather take my chances and you lose your worth.”

Maybe if I hadn’t spent the last eleven years of my life with Kenya, his words would haunt me. I keep my expression set, but the lanterns in the room flicker. “It’s not as impressive as they’re making it seem--Inferni can produce fire, regular, red, bright fire.” I pause, feeling energy in my palms. “I can do the same, but I can also,” I extend a flat palm, “Do this.”

I focus my energy on restraint, forcing the fire on my skin to remain there, covering my palms in a cold, blue glow. “It’s still fire, just blue--and that matters to them because blue light is the only kind you can use in the Fold.” Do they know anything about the fold? “Kenya, the man I’m indentured to, believes that this ability makes me eligible for Sainthood. He specializes in collecting people he thinks are eligible for Sainthood.” The low flame coating my palm licks upwards as I remember what disappointing Kenya means. “And if you don’t meet his standards, he’ll find a way to make sure you do. That’s why the grisha want me. He made me more and they believe that if they give me to someone who can give me an amplifier I’ll be able to produce enough blue light to protect an entire fleet.”

“What do you mean ‘he’ll find a way to make sure you do’?” Inej’s voice is cautious. An attempt to be respectful.

I drop my palm, letting the fire disappear into nothingness. “I wasn’t born with the ability to control the blue light so well--It’s difficult enough to produce for longer than two seconds let alone keep it from burning everything in sight. By the time I ended up in Kenya’s control he had learned that certain stimulants. Some scientists are working on a more grisha-targeted kind, but Kenya has managed to work with the generic well enough.” Hands shaking, I wipe the condensation off the side of the cup and hold out my wrist. Using the condensation, I begin to wipe at my wrist and forearm, smearing my makeup and revealing the needle bruises. “The key is withdrawals.”

Thoughts of begging Kenya, crying and screaming for another fix as he promised to give me that as soon as I showed some control of my abilities, make the shaking in my hand worse. I clasp my hands together, squeezing them in hopes of hiding the signs of withdrawal.

I stare at the ground, not wanting to take anyone’s reaction in. I handle pity as well as I handle kindness.

“Do you think you could produce enough blue light for one ship?”

Looking up, I take in Kaz’s measured expression. I’m glad he’s sticking to business. I’d rather that than deal with unpacking all of that with a group of strangers that don’t care if I live or die.

“I could try.” I’ve never tried to protect anything that large. “Even if I can, it doesn’t mean a voyage like that will be safe.”

“There’s no real safety in the Fold,” he replies easily. Realistic expectations. That will make this easier. “No one finds out about her--especially not Pekka Rollins.”

I pull my arm towards my body, glad for the opportunity to hide the bruises. Signs of my weakness. The worst part was always the way Kenya would speak to me after. Pathetic. Weak. Trapped within the restraints of my flesh.

“Who’s Pekka Rollins?”

Kaz briefly turns his head in my direction. “No one that will ever concern you.” He ignores my annoyed huff. “We’ll use the Inferni to get to Alina Starkov.”

Alina. Alina Starkov. “What do you want with Alina?”

At that, the room seems to drain. I feel weirder than when they were seeing my abilities.

“You know her?” Jesper’s surprise reveals more than Kaz wants him to. I don’t miss the glare he receives.

I half-shrug. “We were in the same orphanage for awhile.”

“How did you get to Ketterdam?” I don’t trust Kaz’s urgency.

“I don’t remember, I was a child and I--I hit my head that night I think. I just woke up and I was with Kenya.”

“How well do you know Alina?”

There was a point in time in which she was my best friend. We learned how to braid hair by practicing on each other, we would draw maps together, and I was the only one who knew about her crush on Mal. “Not that well.”

He takes a step forward, eyes almost squinting. The touch of distrust is evident on his face. “If you’re lying I’ll find out.”

I owe Alina at least this. “Well then it’s a good thing I’m not.”

I’m not naive enough to believe that I’ve convinced him, but his intense gaze does not remain on me. I’m relieved when his attention is off of me, but he’s only moving on to start planning the riskiest thing I’ve ever done.

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leaving out the side door - k. brekker

pairing: kaz brekker x royalty!reader.

genre/warning: slight angst.

words: 1.3k.

summary: every time he left the palace, he left out the side door, and every time he swore that’d be the last time. but it wasn’t, it never was. he knew he’d always come back to you, no matter how hard leaving you was. (loosely based on exile by taylor swift).

It was doomed from the start really, and Kaz knew this, but he liked to pretend he didn’t. He allowed himself to recover all of the hope the Barrel had knocked right out of him and decided he could allow himself to dream a little, even for just a few moments, even if just when it was only the two of you, even if he knew he was betting on losing horses. How many times had he made fun of people that came to him and held a hopeful glint in their eyes? How many times had he claimed he didn’t have the luxury of being hopeful? And now here he was, standing on the sidelines of a ridiculous ball held in a ridiculous palace full of ridiculous people, watching you. Him, nothing but a thief, a criminal, and you; a glistening diamond, surrounded by people of the same wealth as you.

He was sure you could feel his gaze on you, of course you could - you’d always been good at sensing him and predicting his every move. He doubted you could tell, however, that his stare wasn’t on you, but rather on the arms of someone else that hung around your body, embracing you as you swayed while you danced. His stare was on everything surrounding you, and how much you belonged here, how much you fit in with the luxury the palace granted you.

He knew it wasn’t true, you’d told him how every laugh was fabricated and how every party was miserable. You’d told him how attending these balls felt like seeing a film over and over again, knowing the ending because it always ended the same way, and still hoping things would be different this time around. However, seeing you thrive around these people, he felt like he was the film you watched over and over, hoping he won’t let you down, hoping he’d get out of his own way, hoping he’ll choose a different way of life - one that would allow him to be with you; and being disappointed each time the film ends in the same way it always did. Each time he’d get back to Ketterdam, leaving out the palace’s side door and leaving you asleep on your expensive bed.

You saw Kaz enter the room and immediately felt your world stop, just like it happened every time you saw him. He was dressed as a guard, Inej and Jesper both by his side dressed the same way. As you locked eyes, the hands that had been embracing you suddenly felt too heavy, they felt as if they were weighing you down and holding you in place, and you knew it was stupid to think, but it almost felt like a metaphor for the situation you and Kaz share. You felt trapped and caged down inside the palace walls, just as you felt trapped and restrained being inside the embrace of someone who wasn’t Kaz. The palace and its rules prohibited you from running away with Kaz, just as the arms of the person holding you did.

You’d seen Kaz angry before, which is why the look in his eyes shouldn't have surprised you as much as it did, but it was different this time. The cause of the anger in his eyes this time wasn’t because he couldn’t formulate a plan or because he’d allowed his vulnerable side to show, but because he had to watch someone else touch you the way he couldn’t - give you what he couldn’t. He was working on healing and dealing with his issues, and you’d always been nothing but patient with him; never rushing him, always supporting him, and he’d never even heard you complain about it. He had made progress, he could hold your hand for limited periods of time, and on good days he could lay beside you on your bed. However, he’d never be able to give you this, he’d never be able to embrace you through a dance and sway with you through a crowd, and you’d never be able to parade him around in front of your parents’ friends and family; that was the reason behind the anger in his eyes and the closed and clenched fists by his side. You’d always be royalty, he’d always be a thief.

He saw the way your lips moved as you announced you were retiring to your room for the night, and he didn't miss the glance you cast his way as you did so. He waited to follow you, and in the meantime told Inej and Jesper not to look for him, which caused both of them to share questioning glances, but Kaz had requested weirder things from them in the past anyway.

You saw Kaz enter your room out of the corner of your eye from your vanity mirror as you removed the jewelry you’d had to wear for the night. “You looked ready to knock him out back there.”

“Is that why you turned in for the night earlier than usual?” he asked, shutting the door behind him.

“Didn’t think you’d last much longer without getting your knuckles bloody for me.” you replied, finally looking at him and meeting his eyes through the mirror in front of you. “Maybe it would’ve been for the better.” you finished on a lower tone of voice, turning around in your chair to look at him fully now.

“It wouldn’t have, trust me.” he replied. Stern, sure of himself, which pissed you off.

“But maybe then we could finally stop hiding, sneaking around all the time, and actually be together.” you suggested, standing up and trying to get closer to him, before he let out a big sigh and looked at you straight in the eye - trying to get the message across.

“I’m not worth you risking your title, your relationship with your family and your whole lie.” he said firmly.

“I wouldn’t care about losing all this if i had you.”

You were walking towards him but he held a hand up, making you freeze in your place. The gesture was firm, commanding; but his eyes were pleading, as if being even in the same room as you was hurting him. “Please stop,” he whispered. You’d never heard him sound so… broken.

“Kaz-”

“You belong here and you deserve someone like that. I won’t break you out of here or help you escape because I can't watch you throw your whole life away for me,” he finished.

You took a deep breath, and tried keeping your tears at bay. You understood: you understood his rage and you shared his sadness and helplessness, but he still didn’t think he meant as much to you as you meant to him.

You ignored his previously raised hand and walked towards him nonetheless, cloth in your hand, and took his gloveless hand in yours. “Listen to me,” you began, “I can wait, and I will. I don’t need you to break me out of here today, tomorrow, or next week. There’s nothing holding me here and all my loyalties lie with you, and when you realize i mean that and i want to be free to be with you as much as you want me to be free to be with me, i’ll be here waiting.” you finished, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek, putting the piece of fabric you’d walked over with in between your skin.

He nodded and looked at you intensively, hoping his eyes were able to say everything he couldn’t out loud. You both pulled away when you heard one of your maids knocking on your door and calling for you.

“Coming!” you shouted over at her as you led Kaz to the side door that connected your room with one of the hallways less circulated by the people in the castle. You looked into each other’s eyes as you turned around to open your door.

You rested your hand on the door handle, but looked back at him one last time before actually opening it. “You’ll come back, right?” you asked him in a hushed tone.

“I’ll always come back for you.” he said.

And then he was gone. Leaving out the side door once again.

#kaz brekker #kaz brekker x reader #kaz brekker fanfic #kaz brekker imagine #six of crows fanfic #six of crows x reader #six of crows #shadow and bone #shadow and bone imagine #shadow and bone fanfic #shadow and bone x reader

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not-me-simping-for-blasty · 3 years

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boyfriend!bakugou headcannons

before dating

- will start noticing you only after you either,,

A) do something intentionally heroic

B) do something incredibly stubborn/borderline reckless to save someone

-there is no room in his big boy ego brain for anyone who doesn’t possess hero qualities,, soz thats just the way it is

-thats not to say he would only date someone from the hero course tho,, he would 100% take interest in someone from any course

-as long as they’re as dedicated to helping others and giving their 100% to everything they do,, he’d be happy

-would watch you for a long time but would be incredibly obvious about it. he’d try and hide it and be sneaky, but everyone knows. even you.

-when he finally asks you out, there was not a single plan involved. he just saw you alone and decided to man up about it on a whim

-that being said- after he does ask you out, he immeadiately panics about what to do on your first date. que frantic google searching-

top searches from that night include

how do cool guys dress

how to stop blushing

first date ideas that arent romantic

why am i sweating so much

-first date is an utter disaster by traditional standards

-he takes you somewhere with an athletic aspect- like minigolf or laser tag. he pays for you but immeadiately follows it up with “you better actually play and don’t just make me waste my money! its not gonna be fun kicking your ass unless you try, got it?”

-you have fun and can’t stop smiling- but not bc lil katsuki is charming you.

-no, you’re smiling bc he’s embarrassing himself at every turn trying to impress you. at first it’s a little off-putting, but then you realize just how much he cares and it’s kinda cute

-cute in the a dog-chasing-it’s-tail-until-it-gets-dizzy-and-falls-over kinda cute; but adorable nonetheless

-bakugou walks away from the date thinking he crushed it. just absolutely blew it out of the water,, there’s no doubt in his mind even though there 100% should be

early relationship

-incredibly touchy,, but not in like traditional or “cute” ways

-prior to you, bakugou’s only significant feeling was pure rage,, so needless to say he doesn’t know how to handle his sudden urge to touch you all the time

-he’s super nervous about it and doesn’t know if it’s suddenly okay hug and touch you as much as he wants to,, so he resorts to less traditional means of skinship

-so he’ll flick your forehead when you smile just right at him. he’ll pinch your cheeks when you talk too much. he’ll drop his hand flat and heavy over yours while you’re writing,, just so the pencil skitters across the page and you yell at him.

-he’ll push you over. not like a hard shove or anything,, but if he sees you sitting on the ground or squatting, he’ll just sort of push you over??? especially if you’re standing up from a chair,,

-ofc he catches you before you can fall or anything, but really he just uses “saving” you as an excuse to touch you

-he’ll push at you, catch you, and then smirk at you with “god, you’re so clumsy. i won’t always be around to save your sorry ass, you know.”

-it’s annoying so you just push him away and glare, but unfortunately for you, that’s what he wanted the whole time bc he’s a little shit

-that being said,, he’s still suprisingly sweet in even weirder ways

-bakugou’ll make you food. but he’ll never be around when you eat it,, you’ve tried before to eat the meals he cooks for you right after he cooks them, but he gets too embarrassed and finds an excuse to leave right when you’re about to eat the first bite

-he’ll tease you. a lot. about everything. but nobody else can tease you,, if somebody’s embarrassing you, bakugou will either threaten them until they stop talking or make a scene until nobody is paying attention to you anymore

-he’ll leave you little notes. most of them just have little doodles on them with reminders about homework or training, but they’re cute nonetheless

-when he takes you out on dates his hands always crackle when he first sees you. you’ve come to learn that the more dressed up you are, the more his palms will crackle

-normally you have to be the one to initiate any sort of romantic contact,, pls just kiss him already he’s almost always thinking about it but cant find the courage to do so

-when he does kiss or hug you on his own accord,, don’t say anything. he’ll pull away super quick and get all red!!!

established relationship

- suuuper clingy

-, not in the sense that he’s constantly phyiscally all over you,, he just won’t go anywhere with the class if you’re staying back, or will just follow you around the whole day if he’s got nothing else to do

-like,, if the bakusquad is looking for him they’re honestly just better off looking for you since he’s never far behind

-strangely enough, bakugou’s pretty quiet?? if he’s comfortable around you, he’ll stop being so prideful and picking so many arguments.

-his whole badass front at school wears him out,, so if katsuki comes to hang out with you after a long school day he’ll probably want to sit and just listen to you talk

-is a whole ass cat when it comes to physical affection. he normally acts indifferent entirely, but when he wants attention he wants attention

-might as well just drop everything you’re doing since he’s gonna throw you on the bed and just lay directly on top of you until you stop fighting him

-pet his hair super softly and tell him he’s strong and that you’re proud of him pls,, katsuki will cry

-formal dates happen less often now, but you see him more,,, in fact, you’re almost never without him. when he’s not doing school or studying or training katsuki is always where you are

-he’s pretty possessive and jealous- not just of like other guys, but literally anything that’s getting your attention. see examples 1 & 2

1.) ooo new book that has you super enthralled??? soz, it’s not just your book anymore. katsuki sits you on his lap and tells you that the only way he’s gonna let you continue to “waste your time on something so stupid” is if you read it out loud to him

2.) omg you got a new puppy that you’re just enamoured with?? tough, it’s bakugou’s puppy now too,, and he never lets it leave his side so the only way you’re gonna get to cuddle with the puppy is if you cuddle with bakugou too

-he’s super proud of you so he’ll introduce you as his s/o to everyone he meets,,, and if the person he’s talking to also has an s/o??? good lord katsuki would never shut tf up about how much better and stronger and cooler you two were than the other couple

-is not embarrassed about pda. at all. if everyone already knows you’re together than there’s nothing to hide,, he thinks that since he put in all the work to get you to love him than he should be able to reap the rewards,, anywhere. at anytime.

-that being said, he does find showing affection in front of others to be v v embarassing!!! so to combat that he turns it up to 11 and flirts and flusters you so bad so that all the 1A guys just think he’s super cool and manly with u instead of soft

-that being said, the second you guys are alone it’s like a switch has been flipped and you could fluster him only by batting your eyes just right

-insists you ‘cook’ with him. katsuki doesn’t let you do much but like cut up vegetables or stir, but he likes to listen to you talk while he does everything else

-generally pretty touch starved but only really indulges if you make the first move. like, he won’t ever tell you to come sit with him on the couch, but if you sit down?? then immeadiately he’s pulling you into his side and doesn’t let you up until he’s ready to get up as well

-still pokes and flicks and shoves you. also now feels comfortable enough to prank you. he thinks you’re adorable when you get mad enough to yell at him so prepare to be mad a lot.

-tells you he loves you damn near constantly. he wont say it first tho bc ~tsundere~ but after you admitted it first, he’ll say it. and once you know??? then he’s gonna make sure it’s known,,, blasty baby doesnt do anything half-assed esp not something as important as showing his love

-he likes to pick out your clothes for you bc otherwise you’ll walk about looking too cute and its a problem bc he never figured out how to get his hands to stop crackling

-will call you dumbass, idiot, moron, halfwit, klutz, etc in public but in private it’s usually princess or little brat or very rarely baby

#katuski bakugou #mha katsuki #bakugou x y/n #bakugou katsuki #bakugou headcanons #bakugou hcs #bnha #my hero x reader #my hero academia #mha #mha bakugou

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rainydaydream-gal18 · 3 years

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Cal Kestis x Reader (Continued 4) The Proposal

OG Request: can i request that you write some cal kestis since you haven't written him in so long? how about one where the whole mantis crew helps him propose to the reader? it can even be like a part 4 to the "training" series lol

Author’s Note: I am SO sorry at how long this took me to post. I got hit with writer’s block so bad, and this week, I ended up getting sick. It’s been tough to find time and energy to write, but again, I am sorry at how long it was. I do hope you enjoy it!!!

"I've never seen you like this," Greez commented, lifting a brow skeptically. He planted his hands on his hips as he watched Cal make a cup of caf. It was a task the young jedi had done many times without fail since he was the definition of balance, but somehow, he had managed to spill his cup on the counter.

Cal lifted his brows only slightly as he tried to act casual. “What do you mean?”

“What’s got you so worked up?” Greez asked. “You seem off...Not quite sure what it is…”

Years of training had given Cal Kestis the ability to hide. He’d hidden from the Empire for so long on Bracca. He had concealed his identity without issue until that fateful day when he rescued his coworker and friend- an event that began quite the adventure. Still, even so, he hadn’t been able to conceal his nervousness from the Mantis pilot. His gaze flickered to Cere, who was quietly sipping her own cup of caf from the dining booth.

Her amusement at the interaction was palpable. Cal could see the slightest smile on her lips which she hid behind her mug as she took another sip, eyes trained to the table in front of her.

What would she say if she knew the truth? Would she be so amused? As worried as Cal was that his mentor would disapprove of his choice, he was running out of time. This wasn’t something he could conceal.

“The truth is…” he paused, running a hand through his orange hair.

“What?” Greez prompted. “What is it?”

“I’m…”

Cere lowered her cup, the soft clink of the material against the table catching Cal’s attention. “You’re going to propose to _________.”

Cal gazed at her, lips parting in surprise.

“Very perceptive of you, Greez,” she continued, eyes flicking to the pilot. “To have caught that something was going on with our Cal. However-” she met Cal’s gaze coolly “-the nervous excitement was coming off him in waves.”

Cal exhaled, shoulders lowering as he braced himself for some sort of sagely warning about the path he was choosing, but Cere merely smiled.

Greez's jaw dropped straight to the floor. "You...you what?" He chuckled quietly at first before bursting into joyful laughter as he approached Cal. “Congratulations, kid!”

He smiled appreciatively at the support, but shook his head. “She hasn’t said ‘yes’ yet.”

Greez shifted his stance, resting a hand on his hip. "What, you think she'll say 'no'?"

“Yes, I mean...no...We’ve talked about it, but I just don't know how to do it.”

Cere surprised him further by rising from the booth. “Need some help?”

He tilted his head. “You’d do that? But I thought…”

“The order is gone, Cal,” she replied. “As members of this crew, we’ve already done some things the Council would have disapproved of. I think after all these years of sorrow, a little joy is something we need.”

Cal nodded. “Thank you.”

“So wait,” Greez shook his head. “You want our advice? On how to propose? A former monk and a lonely pilot...what could go wrong?”

- - - -

“Hey there, uh, kid.”

You smiled, dabbing at a few beads of sweat that glistened on your forehead. “Hey, Greez. How’s it going?” You gave your arms a little stretch, holding back the groan that threatened to spill from your lips at the dull ache. Cal had assigned you to an arduous training session all afternoon. It was unexpected, but you were up to the challenge. Upon returning to the Mantis, you found no sign of your boyfriend, or Cere for that matter.

There was only Greez, who averted his gaze nervously. You got the distinct feeling that he was hiding something. Something big.

“Everything alright?” you asked, testing the waters.

“Alright? Uh, yeah. Yeah. Everything’s alright. Why wouldn’t it be? Is everything alright with you?”

You fought a smile as he fumbled his way through the somewhat defensive response. “Yeah, I’m done with training for the day. I’m just looking for Cal, actually. Have you seen him?”

“Yes, I mean, no...I may have seen him… He went somewhere.”

“He did? Did he say where?”

Greez fell silent then, and you raised your brows incredulously at him. The stubborn pilot wasn’t going to talk. Your suspicion grew, especially when his nerves seemed to spike even more. With a shrug, you headed back toward your bunk. Cere wasn’t anywhere to be found either.

What if there was a new development with the jedi order? Even though the holocron containing the location of force-sensitives across the galaxy had been taken care of, the Mantis crew had not lost hope that someday the jedi would return. Perhaps something had come up. Still, you weren’t sure why that would mean that both he and Cere would need to discuss it elsewhere. It wasn’t like Greez couldn’t be trusted. Or you.

As you changed out of your training clothes, your hand brushed over the hilt of your lightsaber. You gripped the handle and removed it from your belt before doing so with the second saber you had constructed some time ago. The weight in your hands no longer felt foreign and unsettling. The sabers had become part of you. They were not just weapons; they were tools. They were tools to defend those you loved and to usher in peace when the time was right.

You set them down and continued changing into your gear.

For years, you’d heard stories of the jedi old. You’d never imagined becoming one. You’d never imagined to have a mentor as young and handsome as Cal. And you certainly never imagined falling in love the way you did.

The thought was bittersweet. You mourned for Cal and all that he had lost, but you were so glad to have found him. He was glad to have found you too. You could feel it every single day.

A knock on the door to your quarters pulled you from thought. “Yes?”

“Hey,” Greez said, poking his head in. “He’s waiting for you.”

“He’s...waiting for me?” You watched as he disappeared from the doorway before shaking your head. “This day just gets weirder.”

- - - -

Greez had followed you off the ship and stayed close behind as you picked up on Cal’s trail. He insisted that he was not supposed to give you any hints- only that you were supposed to reach out with your feelings and find Cal on your own.

“Is this some sort of training exercise?” you wondered aloud. “Because I already finished training for the day.”

“Sorry, kid,” Greez shrugged. “It’s not for me to say.”

“But of course.” You smirked. “It’s never that simple.” You let your eyes slide shut as you reached out with your other senses. You took a deep breath, inhaling the lovely scents of the forest- leafy greens and even something sweet, like blossoms. There was a damp feel to the soil beneath your shoes. More clearly than the other things you felt, you sensed the familiar presence of Cal. He was nearby.

As soon as you began walking in that direction, Greez uttered a “woah.”

You paused, glancing at him over your shoulder. “What?”

“You jedi never cease to fascinate me,” he said. “You know where he is without even a hint.”

“It’s automatic at this point.”

“So, you...you two really love each other, huh?” he ventured.

You smiled and uttered a quiet, “yeah.”

The two of you walked through the forest. A familiar tingle in your feelings let you know that someone was just ahead. It was Cere. You’d recognize that presence anywhere after traveling with her for so long. She sat in the center of a small clearing, legs crossed and eyes shut.

“This is a training exercise, isn’t it?” you whispered under your breath at the sight.

Cere’s eyes opened, and her lips turned up in a smirk. “Cal’s waiting for you.”

“So I hear.” You wanted to shake your head in amusement, but if it was indeed a surprise training session, Cere was acting as a mentor, so you instead gave her a nod of respect. “Is there anything...Is there...What is my task?”

“That is something you will have to find out yourself. I wish you luck.” And with that, Cere rose from her seated position and gave you a nod before stepping aside. Greez stole a look and shrugged, immediately going to join her.

All the while a strange anticipation was growing in you. Part of it was curiosity on you part for this next step in your training, and part of it you chalked up to be Cal’s emotions mingling with yours. Even though you had no idea what was going on and why, something about the situation made you feel exhilarated. Like something amazing was about to happen.

You continued on your way, shooting your teammates one last curious look before vanishing farther into the forest. The tingling feeling changed. It was soon the distinct feeling that you got whenever Cal was nearby. You knew it before you saw him that he sensed your approach, but when you finally stepped into the clearing where he was waiting, you weren’t expecting the sudden drop of his heart. It was so sudden that you halted for a moment, thrown off by the swift shift in emotion. Nervousness. What did he have to be nervous about? You were the one being tested!

“Cal?” you ventured.

“___________,” he breathed out. It was like he struggled to breathe for a moment. You’d never seen him this way before.

“Is everything alright?” you asked, voice ticked up with concern.

“Ah, yeah,” He nodded, glancing down for a moment. “____________, I need to ask you something.”

As soon as he said that, your own heart dropped. It was nervousness at what you suspected was coming next, but it was a good nervousness. You immediately shifted, hands going over your heart as Cal walked over to you. There was a small part of you screaming to not give into the hope, just in case it wasn’t what you thought. Before the seeds of doubt could take root, Cal got down on one knee in front of you.

Bright afternoon sunlight poured in through the treetops, dancing along his skin with each gust of wind that shook the branches above. His eyes were fixed on you, glinting with a light you’d seen in him many times when he looked at you. It was love. Adoration.

“_____________,” he said, gently twining his fingers with those of your left hand. “I love you. As a jedi, I never thought I’d be able to go down this path….but here I am, and I’m so glad that I can. You’re the only one I’d want to go with.”

“Cal….” you murmured.

“Will you marry me?”

Even though you’d realized the words were coming, they still hit hard. Your vision blurred with tears as the emotions welled up within you. “Yes, I will. I love you, Cal.” And you pulled your hand from his only to wrap both your arms around his neck and plant a loving kiss to his lips.

Cal kissed you back passionately, leaving you with one last peck before he pulled away to take your hand again. His eyes darted up to meet yours before they focused on your finger as he slipped a ring on. Your tears hadn’t stopped.

“Cal, I’m so happy.” Then, a chuckle escaped your lips as you wiped your eyes. “I was wondering what all this was about. I thought it was a training exercise.”

“That was the idea,” he said with the shake of his head. “We thought it’d be more of a surprise that way.”

“‘We’?”

“Cere and Greez helped me out. I knew I wanted to put this ring on your finger, but I wasn’t quite sure how.”

“Thank you,” you called over your shoulder, and you were amused when Cere and Greez emerged from the brush. “Really, this was a lovely surprise.”

“I’m glad you thought so,” Greez said, clasping his hands together. He glanced between the two of you curiously. “So, when’s the wedding?”

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Noah doesn’t know what to do with Stiles anymore. He knows, of course he knows, that he shouldn’t be so tired of listening to his own son, of seeing the boy around the house, but he is and if he doesn’t do something to get the boy out of the house, he could end up doing something he’ll regret forever.

That’s why he enrolls the boy in Finstock’s boxing academy, the boy is too agitated, too anxious, and too much everything after his mother’s death, Noah and the psychologist have agreed to put him to do some sport, the gym is cheap and Stiles can manage to punch a sandbag for sure.

So the sheriff put him there and begged to any greater power to make his son better so that Stiles would calm down, stop crying just at the sight of a glass of whiskey in Noah’s hand.

The sport paid off and although Finstock seems a little crazy in the head, the guy did a good job with Stiles.

Well, that was what Noah thought back then.

Years passed, Stiles grown up and just made it quieter, whenever the kid came home he looked tired but much better than the sheriff could have asked for after the panic attacks had passed.

He should have been more attentive, more observant with his own son.

The first time Noah learned of the possibility of Stiles being gay he admits, he didn’t take it very well. Some of his subordinates were talking about the increase in the death rates of LGBT people at the police station, one of them, Mahealani talked about worrying about Danny, his favorite nephew and who had come out to the family some time ago.

“But what can you do? It’s not like the kid is to blame for the bad people in the world,” the man said, sighing “If people kill others because of who they love, it’s not the fault of the person who dies. Of course, I don’t want Danny to get hurt, but I won’t hurt him myself. I know you understand me, don’t you, Sheriff? I know there is a difference between Danny and Stiles, but I also worry about the boy, even if he takes fighting lessons.”

Noah stared at the man, he doesn’t know what Jayden was talking about, but he doesn’t disagree too, doesn’t want to offend the man and his nephew.

“Stiles is tough” He suggests nonetheless “But I understand you.”

After this day, Noah began to pay a little more attention to Stiles, began to be aware of his own son. Sometimes, Stiles will be home with bruises because of training, sometimes he’ll be home with hickeys and bites. The sheriff doesn’t know how to talk about it with the boy, since his mother’s death Stiles became a very independent child, dealing with his own problems and needs.

Noah shouldn’t be proud of that, proof that he was a neglectful and selfish parent, but he is, because his boy, his son, was able to handle problems that not even the sheriff was.

Noah let the talk slip of his mind, Stiles is almost an adult, he managed to basically raise himself after his mother’s death, why he should be worried? His son is in a boxing gym, of course, he will appear with some bruises, and he’s young, he doesn’t need someone pointing to his hickeys and marks.

Nevertheless, on a night when the two of them are home for dinner and order a pizza to eat together, Noah makes a comment about being "safe."

He didn't expect stiles to respond with a mocking laugh.

“So now you care?”

He doesn't gapes, of course, but he is shocked. Stiles never spoke to him like that, never answered him that way. Before he manages to recompose himself Stiles is out, catching his hoodie and fast in his car, running off him.

“God” Noah mutters, running his hand over his face “Why did you take Claudia and leave me here when I'm such a horrible father?”

He doesn't get an answer, as always.

_____

The next days Noah realizes that he's been a horrible sheriff in his own house and an even worse father.

Stiles' room reeks of cigarettes and marijuana, a few quarts of vodka are scattered on the floor, and the boy doesn't look like he's slept in the bed in days. Not only was he a failure, but he also contained being and Stiles seems to be following in Noah's footsteps. He doesn't want that for his own son.

The sheriff contacts Bobby Finstock, he wants to know what the other knows about Stiles' life, why he is so angry right now. He doesn't even need to ask. Bobby greets him with a sigh and says:

“I was wanting to talk to you Sheriff.”

When Bobby starts to talk about stiles and how he is talented and has a gift for the sport, Noah knows that his son is in trouble. Stiles' teachers always seem to try to placate the Sheriff with a few nice words before unleashing all the wailing about Stiles.

Bobby, for some reason, don't do that. He just says he's worried because the boy recently seems to have been the victim of bullying and, if the Sheriff doesn't do something, Bobby will have to do it himself, because he doesn't want stiles tossing his gift in the trash because of “some homophobic shit” and going to jail. Finstock also has a few choice words to talk about how Noah is being negligent, how he must talk to his own son sometimes before he loses the boy.

He knows that Noah has been negligent but he's not dumb. He worries more about the “jail” part of the conversation, though.

______

Noah contacts an old acquaintance. Chris Argent isn't the best person in the world, but he owes him, and the Stiles needs someone who would listen to him, and who he would listen to.

“Do you want me to train your boy to be a professional wrestler?” Argent asks, seeming skeptical.

“Yes.”

“You know that I'm in France right now, don't you? And Peter loves here, he doesn't want to go back to Beacon Hills anymore.”

“Yeah, I know. If stiles need to be there to stay out of trouble, even better.”

Argent sighs. Noah seems to be hearing this sound from a lot of people lately, himself included.

“Fine. I'll talk to him next week.”

“Excellent. very good indeed." Noah thinks for a moment, then adds, "I'd rather you not tell him it was my idea, make it look like a recruitment."

Argent snorts but agrees anyway.

“You're getting weirder with the age Noah.”

He laughs, even if he doesn't agree. He's not getting weirder, he's getting a little better.

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A/N: This part is shorter but deff expect a part 2/3/15/ and 20 lol. If you would like to be added to the tag list, it will be open until tumblr limits my tags, comment that you want to be added!

Also something I forgot to add a lot of the house decision part of this post was inspired by another post I read on tumblr where Harry belongs to all the houses. I couldn’t find it, so if it’s your post (or you know who it is) lmk so I can give you credit!

- “Their mother was in my house-“ McGonagall starts

- “And their father was in mine, I have equal claim” Snape cuts in

- “Let’s not forget that before that, historically, they came from a long line of Ravenclaws” Flitwick adds

- “Oh tosh, this is a kind child if I ever saw one, did you see the way they were reassuring the other children- even Cedric apparently-“ Professor Sprout adds

- So she’s heard about that

- “What has that got to do with anything?” Snape snaps

- You’re not sure what’s weirder

- The fact that the sorting hat couldn’t decide where you belonged

- Or that all the heads of each house are fighting over who gets you

- Honestly with how well the whole situation was handled in front of everyone else you didn’t think something like this would happen

- Dumbledore silenced everyone, and said it would be discussed afterwards

- You watched each child get sorted in their appropriate house

- And afterwards, while everyone was feasting, you were lead away by Dumbledore and his four house heads to his office

- You’re not really sure what’s there to fight about-

- Honestly they should probably be fighting over who has to take you with how much trouble you’ll be.

- “Enough!” Dumbledore shouts and the four are immediately silenced

- And then he looks at you and you feel your hair stand on end

- “I believe it only natural, in this situation, that they get to choose which house they wish to be apart of”

- Snape blanches at the mention

- “But sir-“

- “That is my decision” he says with an air of finality and none of the others protest when his attention sweeps back to you

- “So which will it be?”

- You Blanche

- “Isn’t there some sort of quiz - or test I could take instead headmaster-“

- “There is not”

- You feel yourself sweating

- “Well-“ you start

- Ravenclaw was your initial choice, it’s the safest

- But then, if you were in Gryffindor you could be friends with Fred and George

- And if you went to Slytherin, you might be able to knock some sense into those blood obsessed freaks, not to mention Blaise in there

- But then- Hufflepuff isn’t looking too bad either, and Cedric seems to like you. It would be nice to have someone older looking out for you

- “How am I supposed to decide?”

- The words escape you without realizing and you see all the professors flinch at your words

- “What do you-“ Snape starts with a hiss, but Dumbledore stops him with a wave of a hand

- “And what do you mean by that child?”

- You gulp

- “Well-“

- You take a deep breath looking into his twinkling eyes

- “I want to be brave-“ you see McGonagall swell from the corner of your eye

- “But I also want to to be kind-“ she deflated and professor Sprout stands a bit taller “And wise and ambitious”

- “I want them all, how am I supposed to pick just one trait and make it my defining characteristic? People are nuanced, they’re more than just one thing”

- Everyone in the room stiffens at your words, and feeling as if you might have said something terribly rude you rush to make amends-

- “So if there’s some sort of trial, or-“

- “Alright we’ll do that then” Dumbledore says with an air of finality and you feel baffled

- “Do what sir?”

- “A trial period of course, a month in each house.”

- .

- .....

- .........

- (Y/N).exe is broken

- “Headmaster that’s completely-“

- “What kind of impression will-“

- “-nothing like that is stated in the handbook”

- “Think of the other students Albus!”

- They’re all shouting over each other, but you understand the basic sentiment

- This is pretty out there, even for a magic school

- “I have decided” Dumbledore doesn’t even say it all that loud, but the other four immediately clamor up

- “We’ll start alphabetically, with Gryffindor and work our way through”

- Huh?

- You’re mind is only just start to repair itself, assessing the situation

- Well it’s not exactly a bad deal now is it?

- In a way you’ve gotten exactly what you wanted

- But the anxiety of having to make a choice looms over you

- “Well, come now I’ll show you the way-“ and so you chase after the strict lithe woman as you follow her to the Gryffindor Common Room

- The other two shuffle out, but Snape stays

- “You’re just doing this because you’re bored aren’t you?” Snape asks

- Dumbledore shrugs

- “Can you blame me? It’s been so long since anything interesting has happened”

- “You say that like one of the Weasley boys doesn’t cause trouble every other week”

- You follow McGonagall down several poorly lit hallways, making mental note of the a few choice paintings, hoping to remember them for later

- “The password this year is “chartreuse” “ she tells you

- And just like magic the portrait swings open, and several hands emerge from the inky depths to grab onto your arm and pull you inside

- The portrait door shutting close

- McGonagall sighs

- “Children will be children I suppose”

- A small smile curling onto her mouth and walked to her chambers

- You would have half a mind to be afraid, if the second you made it inside you didn’t see fireworks and pert poppers popping

- “Welcome to Gryffindor,” the boy on your right, Fred says

- “We knew you’d end up here” George finishes

- Everyone is i the common room, and they all congratulate you, happy to have you in their house

- The room is as big as a banquet hall, full of dark red rugs and gold tapestry’s

- A little gaudy if you’re being honest

- Like something out of a Harry Potter themed room in a pottery barn catalogue

- But that’s probably the point

- “So how did it all go down?” Fred asks, sitting on your right side on a red couch in front of the fire

- “Did Minnie manage to convince you?”

- “Oi they didn’t need convincin’ Fred, we’re clearly the superior house”

- “Well you see, it’s not quite official”

- They look at you with wide eyes as you recount the tale

- You almost feel bad bursting their bubble, especially when they’re being so nice to you

- But when you’re done they both sport identical grins, twinkles in their eyes

- “That’s wicked” they say in unison

- You grin

- You think you’re going to like it here

- The twins basically monopolize the rest of your night, asking for your input on pranks

- “If it were me-“ you start, their eyes on you with rapt attention

- “I would brew some amortentia and give it to Filch-“

- “And make him fall in love with Snape!” George says like you’ve just said the most brilliant thing

- You shake your head

- “I would give it to the cat- Mrs. Noriss, And make her fall in love with something crazy, like a dog- it’s that subtle annoyance that makes it all the more satisfying”

- The both grin

- “So when are we doing it?” Fred asks

- “Doing what?”

- “Brewing the love potion of course”

- You grin

- Yeah, you’re really going to like it here

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